Jay-Z - 99 Problems Lyrics

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If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one

I got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol

Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed

Rap critics that say he's 'Money Cash Hoes'

I'm from the hood stupid what type of facts are those?

If you grew up with holes in your zapper toes

You'd celebrate the minute you was havin' dough

I'm like fuck critics you can kiss my whole asshole

If you don't like my lyrics you can press fast forward

Got beef with radio if I don't play they show

They don't play my hits well I don't give a shit so

Rap mags try and use my black ass

So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads fuckers

I don't know what you take me as

Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has

I'm from rags to riches niggaz I ain't dumb

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one

If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one hit me

The year is ninety-four in my trunk is raw

In my rear view mirror is the motherfuckin' law

Got two choices y'all pull over the car or

Bounce on the Devil put the pedal to the floor

And I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with Jake

Plus I got a few dollars I can fight the case

So I pull over to the side of the road

Son do you know why I'm stoppin' you for?

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'Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low

Or do I look like a mind reader sir? I don't know

Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo'?

Well you was doin fifty-five in the fifty-four

License and registration and step out of the car

Are you carryin' a weapon on you? I know a lot of you are

I ain't steppin' out of shit all my papers legit

Well do you mind if I look around the car a little bit?

Well my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk in the back

And I know my rights so you gon' need a warrant for that

Aren't you sharp as a tack you should try out

For lawyer or somethin' somebody important or somethin'

Child I ain't passed the bar but I know a little bit

Enough that you won't illegally search my shit

Well we'll see how smart you are when the canine comes

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one

If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one

If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one hit me

Now once upon a time not too long ago

A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe

This is not a hoe in the sense of havin' a pussy

But a pussy havin' no goddamn sense try an' push me

I try to ignore him talk to the Lord

Pray for him but some fools just love to perform

You know the type loud as a motorbike

But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight

And only thing that's gon' happen is I'ma get to clappin' and

He and his boys gon' be yappin' to the Captain

And there I go trapped in the Kit-Kat again

Back through the system with the riff-raff again

Fiends on the floor scratchin' again

Paparazzis with they cameras snappin' them

D.A. try to give a nigga shaft again

Half a mill' for bail 'cause I'm African

All because this fool was harassin' them

Tryin' to play the boy like he's saccharin'

But ain't nuttin' sweet 'bout how I hold my gun

I got 99 problems B and a bitch ain't one hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one

If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one

If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one hit me

Havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one ha ha

You crazy for this one Rick it's your boy

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